I wanna thank dracologistmaster and Storyreader for their reviews. Literally, this whole chapter revolves around them and it helped me out in deciding what to do. Thank you!

dracologistmaster- I am curious about the scale on the back of Hiccup and Pache's necks, Is that going to be explained in a future chapter? I would also like more information on this bond and the powers that come from it if possible.

Storyreader- I think you should make Hiccup Astrid and Pache be attacked in the forest of berk by Alvin, Hiccup beats him and drags him back to berk and stoick makes him choose Alvin's fate. I'm not going to have the fate-choosy thing because I read a fanfic with that once and I don't wanna copy. I liked this idea and dragged it around each chapter I typed, and It might be included in later chapters too.

I also wanna say don't worry about these authors note lengths. I type the chapter and then the notes so their still the same length. So with that, here you go...

I ran as fast as I could out of the great hall. I could feel the rumbling of the ground as blue flashes spun all around my vision. When dad reached for me all I wanted was to take his hand, but I couldn't hurt him. The flow of electricity in my hands was too powerful, and I looked behind my mother to Striker.

She's the one thing that can withstand this strange magic. In that split second when we locked eyes I felt the scale on the back of my neck grow hot, and a giant bolt nearly killed my dad. So, I ran out. What else could I do? Am I so dangerous that I can't even protect my dad from myself?

I've killed before, why wouldn't I be able to do it again?

The thought almost made me cry, but I held it in not wanting to burn myself again. I had no idea where I was, but I know I've been running for at least a couple hours. It's only felt like seconds. More lightning flashed and struck a rock next to my foot where I was about to step, making me fall down.

I felt something in my lower back tear, and it felt like fire was burning there. Gothi told me not to do things stenous (strenuous), so my stitches must've torn. Cool blood started to dampen the bottom part of my shirt, and all I wanted to do was lay there and cry.

I wanted my mommy to sing my lullaby. I wanted my dad to hold me like he did at night, and Striker to curl around me and calm me down. But for the moment, my back hurt and the random flashes made me flinch.

The sound of crashing thunder used to calm me down, but all I could hear now was the crack of a whip, and that old man's touch on my shoulder.

"PACHE!"

"PACHE!"

"YOU OUT THERE?"

"LITTLE ONE!"

"HATCHLING!"

"WE'RE LOSING YOUR SCENT, PLEASE COME OUT!"

Vikings and their dragons were searching for the young girl. The dragons were acting like blood hounds, while at the same time protecting their riders, and other people who didn't own a dragon, from the lightning.

The more experienced were doing an air search, but others who couldn't maneuver around the lightning, which was pretty much everybody, were searching on the ground. Everybody worried for Pache, the storms only feeding on their worry rather than chasing them away. They are vikings after all, stubbornness issues.

Hiccup, Toothless, Stormfly, Astrid, and Striker were looking the most. They were the loudest shouts, the fastest to dodge, the quickest to sniff something out. Fiendish was on Striker, hiding under the frills of her neck, quivering.

"Treacherous. Treacherous. Treacherous." The hatchling whimpered, over and over again as Pache's name was called.

"I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home." Pache's voice transfered from dragonese to norse as she whispered to herself. She was still lying down on the ground, most of her back bleeding from her ripped stitches.

However much she wanted to cry, she wouldn't. She didn't want to burn her face, so she pretended the rain falling was her tears. "I wanna go home. I wanna…" Her sentence was cut short by a flash of lightning and a silhouette of a large man.

She gasped and the man slowly walked toward her. "No…" She whispered. "NO!" He still walked towards her, a slightly faster pace this time. "Please, NOOO!" She screamed and tried to get up, only to be grabbed by the collar. Then, everything went dark.

When she woke up she was in a cave somewhere. It was pitch black, and she was tied to a rock pillar. "Why… w…"

"I see you've finally come to." A raspy voice said and a shadow appeared at the entrance of the cave, created by lightning.

"No…" Pache's eyes went wide. "You...Y…"

"...died? No, of course not. I can't be killed. You see, every human being has a thing called self-preservation where they have the natural instinct to protect themselves from death, no matter the cost. My only cost was having to kill someone else in exchange for my own life."

He gestured to the corner in the far end where an old man was lying dead with a sheep in a pool of his own blood. Pache recognized the man immediately as Mildew. That's what her father called him. The smell was terrible and made her throw up. Odd thing was, some blood was in there as well.

"I have been waiting for this for almost a week, and though that may not seem like much, when it's revenge you're feeding on…" He leaned in close to her face. "...it feels like an eternity." Alvin's face was visible now and it had burn marks and scars all over it, making him almost seem like a living corpse.

"I didn't..."

He slapped her and she whimpered. "I'm not done talking!" He walked over to where a bookshelf was and pulled a thick one off. "You see, I need you for more than one reason. When you were on my ship I noticed something on the back of your neck. A scale, skrill, if I'm correct. Curious, I wanted information on skrills, but had none. However due to a stroke of luck the book of dragons has information on them, and this old haggard here was more than willing to give it to me."

Sure enough, on the cover of the book it said, Book of Dragons. He flipped through the pages to the end of the book where a page was updated.

"At first, I thought there wasn't much until I noticed how there was new writing in charcoal in it. Someone had been updating. Probably your father if I'm not wrong? It says, 'having to tame a rare dragon is difficult, and isn't likely to happen. But, when it does the connection must be very powerful. So powerful that the bond isn't made, but born.

"This occurs with only rare dragon species. A human has a scale on the back of their neck, and a dragon has a golden scale located where the heart is. If a bond is even more powerful than that, then there will be a shared power, either as lightning, fire, water, or whatever ability the dragon has. The power is revealed when both human and dragon are in an extreme and unexpected state of emotion.'" Alvin closed the book and walked over to his prisoner.

"I don't know how to tame a rare dragon species, so you're going to tame one for me."

"B...but you don't have a sca…" He raised his hand to slap her, but lowered it when she stopped talking.

"I'll take care of that later." That confused Pache even more. "But, for now I think a little family reunion is about to take place." He said and a roar of a skrill was heard.

Pache's heart leapt at hearing her best friend. But, the evil man was still smiling, and that worried her. The shape of a dragon appeared at the entrance to the cave. "Striker!" She shouted happily. However, there was no response to her call. "Striker?" The silhouette didn't move. "Striker, what's wrong girl?" Thunder clashed and she finally saw what happened. Striker was tied up, Fiendish also stuck under her frills, unseen by the former Outcast chief.

Another dragon appeared, a whispering death, and it motioned Striker deeper into the cave where she had no choice but to oblige. Alvin walked toward the whispering death and it bowed to him.

"This is the dragon you will make my bond with. Fail to do so, and… well, we'll see what comes to mind." He smiled evilly.

"But, you don't have a scale."

"Not yet, but I'm sure when we reach Camelot there'll be someone who can fix that."

"What's Camelot?"

"It's a place on the other side of the world."

"But… I can't leave my famil…" Alvin punched her.

"If you DON'T leave there won't be any family for you to leave." Pache whimpered. "We leave as soon as the storm clears. I hope you have your sea legs girl, it's going to be a long journey." Then, he left the room, the whispering death staying behind to guard the skrill and her rider.

Striker wished she could speak, but her mouth was tied shut. Pache however had free range, but all she was able to say was, "I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home."

"PAAACHEEEE!" Astrid screamed like bloody murder. She'd lost her daughter once, and she wouldn't do it again. How had things gone so wrong when everything seemed so right?

"PAAACHEEEE!" Hiccup was right along with her.

"Treacherous little hatchling, WHERE ARE YOUUU!?" Toothless roared.

"YOUNG PRINCESS, PLEASE STOP HIDING!" Stormfly pleaded.

The search had now gone for more than five hours, and it was nearly dawn. Pache's scent was nowhere to be found, and Striker had suddenly disappeared as well. Everyone figured where Pache was Striker was, but why wouldn't she come back then? It just didn't make sense.

What also didn't make sense was that the lightning was clearing. Had Pache controlled her power? If so she would've come back.

Had she fallen asleep, or worse, passed out by being injured? But if so her blood would have been scented immediately by tracker dragons.

She had been on the move. The only way she could have lost her scent was by water.

The shores had been searched multiple times, and the river banks, ponds, and lakes had been scoped out. She wasn't by water, but she was somewhere damp. However, she wouldn't have been able to get to the sea cliff caves without a dragon, and Striker was the only one who could have taken her because of her power. Any other dragon would've been scared off, and reported.

But, Striker would have brought Pache back, and if her powers were getting under control and she had been able to ride another dragon then she would've flown back.

No, it just didn't make sense. None of it did, and it worried everyone.

The sun slowly began to rise, and the storm diminished completely. Astrid had tears streaming down her face, and Hiccup had an angry look, mainly directed at Mildew.

Mildew. Oh, how everyone hated that grumpy old troll. He had brought nothing but trouble and hate wherever he went. They hated him more than they used to hate Hiccup. They hated him more than the god, Loki. He was just a thorn in their side.

Hiccup couldn't hold it back anymore, and as soon as he flew back to Berk he blew up the cabbage cop, completely ruining the plants and the soil so it could never be replanted again.

Astrid followed behind and blew up the roof of the house. Then they landed and looked onto the horizon where a single ship was sailing away.

Odd. They thought, but let it slide. Astrid also thought by now that Mildew would have come out of his house screaming about his roof on fire, and his crops ruined. But, he wasn't one to dawdle and probably went to spread more hate.

If only they knew what happened to Mildew, that Alvin was still alive, and what was on that ship they let sail away.

If only everything made sense.